บท 139: Thin Line Of Victory

With the seconds dwindling and the weight of the game hanging in the balance, Akito surged forward like a comet streaking through the night sky. His heart raced with each powerful stride, the anticipation of glory electrifying his every move.

The end zone loomed ahead, a tantalizing vision of victory that drove him onward. He could feel the cheers of his teammates fueling his determination, pushing him to dig deeper into his reserves.

Every fiber of his being screamed to press on. He had seen the wide-open space ahead of him, a golden opportunity shimmering under the floodlights. Defenders from Seiryuu High scrambled behind him, desperate but ultimately failing to close the gap.

Sota, Koenji, Ryuji, and Daichi moved like shadows, but fatigue clung to them like an anchor, dragging them down just as they should have been soaring.

"Come on! Just a little further!" Akito urged himself, vision narrowing as adrenaline coursed through his veins.